The first snow of the year demands snow balls: little choux pastry puffs the size of super balls stuffed with custardy chocolate cream and dusted with powdered sugar.
It is customary in Harlem to transport them southwards the length of Manhattan after such a snowfall, preferably by train. Then one should board a boat towards the nearest Ikea. Once ashore find the house with the biggest fireplace. This house will no doubt be owned by an Argentine artist who will produce large pieces of grilled beef from said fireplace accompanied by scotch whiskey and red wines.
(I can’t talk right now, I’m licking this spatula.)